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Just your typical teenage angst poem.

Submitted:Dec 11, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

When the beat and flash attack my senses,

when I quail behind dead ears and shut eyes,

it's clear there will be no recompenses

for the stubborn endurance I cling onto

and despise.

My vocal cords might pack in through lack of use.

A brain weary of thinking and sick of knowing,

drowning in a pool of its own madness.

Look upon the lives of others and weep

for their mess.

The fumes of intoxication will poison

all good will and sincere thought.

I clench a cloth of stench, choke on

through the layers of euphoria

and find pain.

A pump between myself and the unknown,

I'm powerless to stop the draining that

feeds their rapturous indulgence.

When it's over I deflate, pressed down

by the unbearable weight of air.

At the edge I stand, back turned,

as society tries to fit in and implodes.

Never mind.

I walk delicately away from the

smouldering remains of your alien world.


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